MARIA MIRAGLIA

MARIA

MIRAGLIA

The Core Of My Being

I will no longer peer

into my soul

to understand the motions

of my heart

where they come from

which are their roots

the reasons of their often

strange unknown passages

I've tried so many times

but to look inward

is how to turn my gaze

to the whole universe

while going with my thoughts

further and further

My soul less known to my Self

than the dark voids

beyond the wide horizon

And now I want no more

going on querying

to crucify or offer it incense

but silently listen and

hold in due account

its emotions and feelings

It is it that dominates my life

not me to be the master of it

It's there the core of my being

and to it I'll bow

with respect and attention

@ Maria Miraglia-

A New Nest

In respectful silence

in front of your pain

as for anything that goes by

that moves away, that dies

I feel your heart bleeding

your eyes shedding tears

as unexpected rain

in a summer day

I can perceive your anguish

your mind full of fresh memories

of love words and promises

of future happiness

Your smiles turned into groans

your joy into despair

your good moods lost have

their vibrant colors

And while you lonely spend

your never ending days

aloof life goes on

in its eternal flow

But as the meadows in Spring

back to bloom again

one day you'll sense in you

the longing to smile again

and free like a seagull

fly high in the sky

warm and sweet the air

in search for a new nest.

Souls just take time

to heal their wounds

@ Maria Miraglia

Losers

I think of us

You and me

Of the time stolen

From our lives

To be together

You told me of your sorrows

Of your melancholy

And unrealized dreams

And hold my hand

While leading me

Through meadows

Where gently I picked flowers

Exotic to me

Their scent unknown

A souls’ meeting

Stripped off of their human nature

Tow angels shining

With their own light

In the darkness

Of the endless sky

The world called us

To wear shoes

Lost our wings

We came back to walk

Along the  paths

Of our solitary planet

No winner

Nor a looser in this story

Both losers my dear

@ Maria Miraglia

MARIA MIRAGLIA